Today’s teaser comes from Script (LA Storm, 1), with VL Locey
Out today – https://rjscott.co.uk/read-script

“But you’re a Canadian.” Atlas stared at me in shock.

“And?”

“Wait, Vancouver is in Canada, right?” Atlas pulled out his cell phone as if he was going to check where in the world my hometown was.

I stopped him checking. “I am, and it is.” Where did he think it was? South of LA?

His shock slipped into bewilderment, and he pinched the bridge of his nose. He’d been my agent since the early days when I was a child actor in a soap and was like this uncle figure who’d grown up with me. It was him who got me a lead in the low budget Rapid Action from Griffin-Rose studios, which after becoming a surprise hit, spawned two sequels; Rapid Start and Rapid Recall, and made me a lot of money. And him. He had a raft of clients, my agent was used to having things dumped in his lap, but apparently this was way beyond his understanding.

“But you want to read for the lead in a hockey movie.”

“Uh huh.”

“And you can’t skate.”

I closed together two of my fingers to show a little. “I skated when I was younger, but then… acting. I mean, I can stay upright. Or at least I could when I was ten.”

“But don’t all Canadians do the hockey thing? From birth? I mean, I’ve seen videos of teeny tiny Canadian babies skating around with those penguin trainer things.”

I sighed. “Not every Canadian is into hockey; just like not every American is into football.”

Atlas inhaled sharply, “blasphemy!” and for a moment his hands waved in front of him as if he was making the sign of a cross—clearly, I’d insulted him and the rest of the U.S. in some way. I enjoyed watching football highlights—mostly because of the men in tight pants—but being picked up to star in a soap at ten meant my formative years were all about the role, the marketing, being a public figure, and not anything to do with funny shaped balls, or pucks.

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